I told you I joined a cult. And every cult needs a good Psalm. Something to offer up to the gods in praise and thanksgiving. Something to encourage it’s minions to press on through tough times. Something to reflect upon when times are good.
With that in mind, I give you The Crossfitter’s Psalm.
The MURPH is my shepherd; I shall not quit.
He makes me lie down and do burpees: he leads me in muscle ups.
He rows for my soul: he leads me in paths of handstand walks for his name sake.
Yea as I walk through the valley of the Rogue Plates I shall fear no WOD for MURPH is with me; thy chalk and thy timer challenge me.
Thou prepare a Paleo table before me in the presence of all fad diets; and I will dwell in the box of the MURPH all the days of my life.